THE CATERPILLAR GIRL
She was going nowhere, this caterpillar girl. Every day the same. Inching along her barren branch. Trying to make sense of a pointless world.
Every day she would wake up and do it all again. And every night it seemed that she was no closer to her goal (whatever that might be ). Every night she would curl herself around the stem of a leaf and fall asleep gazing at the stars and dreaming of a future where she had a purpose, where her life had meaning.
And then there came a day when the caterpillar girl knew that it was over. She couldn’t stand being strongany longer. That night she curled herself around the stem of a leaf, and this time she allowed herself to let go.
Inch by inch she used her outer skin to weave herself a shell; an armor against a purposeless pointless life. And once she was enclosed in her safe space she allowed herself to fall apart. She held onto nothing, allowing herself to finally let go, dissolving into the quantum foam of pure possibilities.
And it was there, in the quiet and the dark of her chrysalis that something began to take shape. It was here that the caterpillar girl’s hopes and dreams finally loosened from their mundane routine, began to take on a life of their own, and the foam of possibilities coalesced into exquisite form.
Finally, gasping for breath and still damp with the dew of creation, she climbed out of her self imposed prison and lay quite still, wings spread to dry, basking in the warmth of the sun and ready at last to make her dreams come true.